I don’t remember who said this, but there really are places in the heart you don’t even know exist until you love a child.
I can tell you that what you’re looking for is already inside you.
I thought the secret of life was obvious: be here now, love as if your whole life depended on it, find your life’s work, and try to get hold of a giant panda.
Love falls to earth, rises from the ground, pools around the afflicted. Love pulls people back to their feet. Bodies and souls are fed. Bones and lives heal. New blades of grass grow from charred soil. The sun rises.
You are not your bank account, our your ambitiousness. You’re not the cold clay lump with a big belly you leave behind when you die. You’re not your collection of walking personality disorders. You are spirit, you are love.
Rationality squeezes out much that is rich and juicy and fascinating.
Love is so much bigger than our ignorance.
Laughter is a bubbly, effervescent form of holiness.
Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul.
When God is going to do something wonderful, He or She always starts with a hardship; when God is going to do something amazing, He or She starts with an impossibility.
What fills us is real, sweet, dopey, funny life.
This is one thing they forget to mention in most child-rearing books, that at times you will just lose your mind. Period.
You should not bring more items and hurdles to the obstacle course.
Gratitude, not understanding, is the secret to joy and equanimity.
Publication is not all that it is cracked up to be. But writing is.
I cry intermittently, like a summer rain. I don’t feel racked by the crying; in fact, it hydrates me. Then rage wells up in me, and I want to take a crowbar to all the cars in the neighborhood.
I’m here to be me, which is taking a great deal longer than I had hoped.
How do you begin? The answer is simple: you decide to.
It is in many people’s best interest for you not to find yourself, but it only matters that it is in yours, and the whole world’s, to proceed.
You get your intuition back when you make space for it, when you stop the chattering of the rational mind.